Brit Party by Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd

commitments and desires. And we know what we want."
    Jason traced a finger between her breasts before splaying his hand over her breastbone. “We want you, Dana. All of you. Your companionship, your body."
    "Tell us you want us too, luv."
    "We need you, baby."
    She nodded her head, shocked, but so full of love for them, she could barely bear it.
    They pulled her to her feet again. Wonderment filled her and she speculated on what would come next. God knew. These two surprised her at every turn.
    And they did again.
    They started dressing her. She tried to shy away. She couldn't dress. She needed to shower again.
    Christopher pulled her against his chest and breathed deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal. Just knowing it's because you've fucked us ... By tonight I'll be so randy, I might fuck you all night again."
    Well who needed sleep anyway?
    "And I haven't come yet,” Jason added. “Who knows when it might overcome me? I might have to drag you off to a dark corner of the Tube and have my way with you while the trains speed past."
    She made a small aroused sound in her throat. Right about now, she probably would let him fuck her in public if he wanted to. She couldn't wait to spend the day with them before rushing back here to meet with the executives flying in from the Cranston Industries headquarters.
    The sooner she was dressed, the sooner they could go. She didn't fight as they fastened her garter belt around her waist and helped her into fresh stockings. A skirt followed. Her wrists were released, and a silk blouse slid up her arms and was buttoned. No bra. No panties. Did they expect her to traipse around like this today?
    "Don't remove the blindfold, yet,” Christopher ordered when she lifted her hands. Obediently, she dropped her arms to her sides. This was the game they were playing and she'd abide by the rules.
    A hand patted her ass, running over the end of the plug. “Do you like our present?” Jason asked.
    She couldn't respond with her mouth gagged so she lifted a shoulder.
    The sound of dressing came to her then the door opening. “After we go, you can take off the blindfold,” he said. “Meet us in the lobby in twenty minutes. As you are."
    The door closed. Leaving her alone in silence. She stood there for a moment, listening to the sounds of the building. She heard nothing but the tick of the clock on the bedside table.
    Lifting her hands, she removed the stocking. She blinked at the sunlight streaming through the far windows. Her room was in shambles and it looked like an orgy had taken place there. She ignored the mess and went directly to the mirror to check her appearance.
    Walking was ... interesting. Her legs still wobbled—God that had been amazing sex. Each step accentuated the plug in her ass and drew her attention to the play of muscles there. Experimenting, she sat on the edge of the bed. The plug pulled slightly and pressed deeper inside her. A moan tore from her at the wicked pleasure. Was it supposed to feel this way? She'd been wrong about the spanking too. Her buttocks had reminded her of what had happened as soon as she'd sat. Already, she needed to come again, and the pleasure-pain only reminded her of that.
    Need or not, she had no desire to bring herself to release. Not after this morning.
    She stood and returned to the mirror, gazing at her unfettered breasts behind the white silk blouse. The tips of her nipples poked against the soft fabric. She straightened and the aroused peaks became more evident. If she looked hard enough, she could see the faint shadow of her areola, too. The muscles in her cunt flexed in reaction.
    She panted, trying to breathe away her arousal and only succeeded in inhaling the scent of sex. Oh lord! Could she actually leave the room like this? She was a walking bundle of ‘fuck me now’ energy.
    What would her superiors think? She bit her lip and noticed how her eyes sparkled. At the moment, she didn't care what they thought. She was already